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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 7, 2009 2:56:12 GMT
*One hand slaps over her mouth, for a second she thought he'd fallen the other way- back onto the floor instead of forwards in the chair. She shakes her head and laughs as he blushes and stands, his towel still in place.*
*Dramatic terrified expression*
Please, not the pancakes!
*Shrugs, eyeing the toast on the floor*
I'll help, even though I'm not promising to keep everything clean...
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 7, 2009 16:02:59 GMT
*Rolls his eyes, snorting at her mock horror.*
I've a better idea. How about you get dressed so I can control my thoughts.
*Gives her a googly eyed insane man expression before aiming his wand at a knife, sending it to slice bread.*
You are the one that said no interruptions. Well, missie, you and your sexy cleanliness is quite the interruption. So if you wouldn't mind...
*Glances at her quickly, blowing raspberries, shooing her out of the kitchen with his hand.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 8, 2009 1:07:33 GMT
* blushes and holds the towel tighter around herself. With each second, as she runs his comment through her mind several times, she can also feel her blush growing and growing even more.* I...well...don't blame me! *Pokes her own tongue out at him, feeling oddly childish considering the conversation. She grins sheepishly and begins slowly backing out of the kitchen, trying and failing to think of even a decent comeback.* I'll go get dressed, but you'll just be distracted by something else! Merlin, Bell, that made you sound mature. *Turns quickly on one foot, so sudden that she almost loses her balance. Feeling her blush deepen, she goes to retreat into the bedroom. Three steps down the hall however, she remembers her trunk along with all of her clothes are still in the sitting room. Torn between laughing at herself and rolling her eyes, she walks over to said trunk and pulls it up before turning back and dragging it back to the room. Sure, it's a tad heavy, but she refuses to be ridiculous enough to go fetch her wand and Accio it when she's perfectly capable of pulling it herself.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 8, 2009 1:15:34 GMT
*Flicks his eyes to her, heart picking up speed as her blushing only enhances how radiant she looks just standing there. Every moment he lays eyes on her he his thankful to whatever Gods brought her to him, and drove him to nearly knock her over the day they met.*
*Playfully.*
It is entirely your fault. You should know better than to prance around me dressed only in a towel, with your hair still wet, and what not.
*Seriously.*
Look at you. Do you really expect me to be able to stand here and not cause any interruptions to your day?
*Chuckles as she leaves the kitchen for the bedroom only to head back and drag her trunk with her.*
Need help, love? I think my muscles may be big enough for such a job.
*Pops half his body out of the kitchen, flexing his arm.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 8, 2009 1:27:44 GMT
*Clutches the towel with one hand and pulls the trunk with the other. She calls out as she passes the kitchen, trying to keep a straight face*
I don't prance! Nor am I the only one wearing nothing but a towel!
*Mentally swats those thoughts away like a Beater towards a Bludger.*
Look at you!
*Voices raises as she keeps walking, when she enters the room only a few choice words are audible*
We can't play Quidditch then, love! I wear less than-
*She drops the trunk on the floor with a loud thud*
-to practice!
And your muscles...big enough...too many...interruptions!
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 8, 2009 1:37:49 GMT
*Glances down at the towel he's wearing, now it's his turn to blush. He had almost, no, he forgot he was wearing just a towel thanks to the beautiful presence of Katie's towel clad form entering the kitchen.* *Unabashed.* Right, I forgot. Dammit, Katie, see what you do to me. *Mutters to self.* I can hardly think straight when you're fully clothed.*Shakes his head, mystified how she can expect him to resist her.* *Catches bits and pieces of what she is yelling out of the bedroom, all of her banging around drowning out the most important bits.* *Hollers* Wha'!? I can't hear a bleedin' thing you are... *Has an idea. Granted it isn't his best, and he'll more than likely get cussed out, or worse hexed for it.* *Risks injury, and disapparates out of the kitchen into the bedroom to find her.* *Appears just behind her, near the bed.* Sorry, buttercup, I didn't catch all of what you were going on about. Could you recap for me? *Grins cheekily , hands on his hips.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 8, 2009 1:52:09 GMT
*Is too busy pulling her clothes out, and pulling her shirt over her head to hear even a word of what he's saying. She leans over to pick up her jeans when the sudden, familiar crack thunders through the room and makes her scream.*
Merlin!
*Jumps, turning to face him. She smacks his arm, eyes wide, and remembers only a second later that she still doesn't have her jeans on. Looking right into his eyes she pulls the jeans up over her legs and pushes him back onto the bed.*
I said-
*Kneels before him, playfully tugging on his towel*
-I wear less than a towel when I practice Quidditch. Apparently I shouldn't let you near a broom when that happens, eh?
*Blushes for what seems like the hundreth time so far this morning as she bites her tongue- there's no way she's recapping what she said about the wizard and his muscles.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 8, 2009 1:58:02 GMT
*Hops back a bit as she smacks him, giggling madly.*
*He stands before her, not daring to move his eyes even a millimeter from her. Suffering those consequences isn't worth the two seconds satisfaction of watching her put on her jeans.*
*Is pushed back on the bed, not fighting her for the towel.*
OI! Less than a towel?
*Smiles lasciviously.*
Can we practice together sometime?
*Wags his eyebrows at her, thinking of how that would actually look. The thoughts turn his cheeks and ears red.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 8, 2009 2:08:32 GMT
*Is hopelessly distracted by his expression long enough for him to probably notice. She shakes her head a bit harder than necessary to try to cover up.*
No! I don't want you falling off the broom and breaking anything, you nutter!
*Leans forwards, her hands on his knees*
Plus, we'd be all sweaty, hot and dirty from it all- you wouldn't want that, right?
*Backs off with a smirk, sitting on the floor before pulling her socks and shoes on. She looks down at the floor, to the bed, his towel-*
BELL! Focus!
*-and she wonders how in Merlin's name she's made it this far before ever meeting Greyson. Sure, it may seem like she can't keep her hands to herself whenever he's around, but it actually goes much deeper than that.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 8, 2009 2:15:58 GMT
*Her words and closeness heat up his already warm body, and strangely enough goosebumps travel up and down his naked skin.*
*Gulps down a breath of air. Whenever he is around her it seems as if the all the air leaves the room, and sets it on fire.*
*Stutters.*
N-n-no. W-we w-wouldn't want th-th-that to happen.
*Groans with disappointment as she moves to the floor, not moving to even cover himself. Can't they spend just one more little day alone together?*
Katie, honeybun?
*Tries to muster up some courage to ask her to skip work once again, and stay home with him.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 8, 2009 2:23:04 GMT
*Rolls her eyes at the seemingly never-ending list of endearments. She leans back on her hands and looks up at him, one eyebrow raised. She's also biting her lip to keep her eyes on his, and not on other places.*
Yes, love?
*Realizes she wishes she didn't have work again today before remebering the slow business and lull in sales. She knows she should enjoy the break before the holidays come 'round and everyone wants to buy their little, aspiring Quidditch star something new.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 8, 2009 2:31:24 GMT
*Nearly falls off the edge of the bed with the way she is biting her lip as she looks at him. That's all the courage he needed.*
*Blurts out a mile a minute.*
Whaddya say we skip work an' stay home. Just one more wee little day. It couldn't harm any, you deserve the break...
*Continues to babble for a few minutes, trying to persuade her.*
*Finishes up with puppy dog eyes, pouting bottom lip, and a sweet sounding.*
Please?
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 8, 2009 2:43:05 GMT
*Smiles brightly as he rambles on, at times too fast for her to understand but she gets the main point anyways. The first few words from him were all she needed to hear as she accepts the offer before she could blink.*
You know, Greyson?
*She can't help it, her eyes fall down to the towel still wrapped around his waist. Whatever she was about to say is promptly forgotten, as expected.*
I-
*Slowly sits up, glancing between the towel and his eyes even as she tries to keep them focused.*
-am sure you're the distraction. One more day couldn't hurt, and it's not like I skip every single day.
*Mumbles*
Towel rack.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Dec 8, 2009 2:47:40 GMT
*Bursts upright, grinning the cheesiest ear to ear grin anyone has ever seen, though he is a bit surprised she accepted so quickly.*
Seriously!?
*Holds the grin on his lips, sniffing the air confidently. He didn't know he has this effect on her. Her reactions raise his ego just a little bit.*
Brilliant!
*Leans toward the floor, scooping her up into his arms. He lays back holding her against his chest, heart pounding with excitement at the thought of staying home all day long with her again.*
Great! Let's just lay around in here all day.
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Post by Katie Bell on Dec 8, 2009 2:58:01 GMT
* as she's lifted from the floor, still not used to the wizard's strength. As she's held against him, his last few words reach her ears and she groans, mumbling into his chest.* If you don't change into your own bloody clothes, love, I'll show you what we can do in here. *With his skin so close, she fights to keep her hands to herself. Then she remembers she has no where else to go today, and reaches up with one hand to ghost over his stomach and up to his chest.*
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